This week has been a revelation. Lots if emotional turmoil to work through. I lay awake on Wednesday night feeling this pang in my chest. I really took notice of it. That's what drives me' to eat because my brain was at it's worst during that time. Tempting me to eat. But that pang isn't hunger. It's other things I haven't yet fully realised let alone dealt with. Food felt like that old friend come to comfort. But the pang went away without it-It took a long time but I resisted. Band or not-I could carry on using food to mask stuff and it's so scary making a conscious decision not to do so. But the realisation has made mr stronger.
In addition to this, I've been using my kettlebells this week and feeling great. I even bought a health magazine and read it with relish. Made a relaxing change instead of spending a night doing extra work and eating. I decided, however, to take the plunge and go back to the gym for body balance on Thursday. My OH said he'd go with me' as he sensed my distress. When I got there I felt so ugly and fat and visible. Had a bit of a panic attack in the changing rooms. Simon held my hand and we went through the class together. Surrounded by thin people and mirrors. But I did it! And the endorphins are kicking in! I've been to personal training today followed by a local Zumba class outwith 'the gym and I'm exhausted but invigorated. I can't hide away from the world and I have to face my fears. I might look like a fat cow but I'm going to go to body combat tomorrow morning and make a commitment to change.
Anyway-feeling proud of myself this week. I've got my determination back and I'm going to fight this.